Impure

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tcmmyguns·:

“you just gotta figure out how to break it.” because there was a way–there was a way for everything. this was to satisfy a need deep within him, and once it had been satisfied? well, he’d stop. if he could. could he? the thought swirled around hims mind for only a brief second before he let his head come back to reality. 

stefano shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. “if you don’t want to try, and just want to isolate yourself, then so be it.”

She was her mother’s daughter and if she could break the cycle and save who was close to her? She would. “How do you think we can break it? I don’t want anyone else dying.” She was like a lost puppy and she didn’t understand why someone would choose to target her over and over.  “I only isolate to try and keep others from getting hurt.”

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callmecatman·:

It was difficult for him to continue to speak with her stripping like that, let around when she got close.  However, his dad realized and began to ask what was going on.  “Oh… no, nothing.  Just, Claire from next door came over to borrow something for her dad.  Yeah.. yeah, I’ll get it from her,” he explained while trying to remain calm, “What!  No, I don’t have a crush on her…”  That was definitely a lie.

Claire almost snickered when he confessed he didn’t have a crush on her, but she knew different. She knew if she were to lose another stitch of clothes he would be even more flustered, so she held off a little longer. Her lips against his neck was her silent plea for him to get off the call. 

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moonscenes·:

It was a little more than entertaining to Ava, the idea of being a victim. Sure, she definitely had a horrible man in her life and he never treated her properly ….. but she would never want to be seen as a victim. That is, until she finds herself being recorded by the press or even to the police force who feel that this was all self defense. They had each other, so if Claire kept her word then they would be good. However, she didn’t want to seem like a victim to the girl she’d fallen in love with. That was the last thing she wanted.

“I feel amazing,” she groaned out, head tilting back in a little chuckle. Her lips pressed together quickly after, humming at the familiar feeling of her lover’s lips against her skin. Light eyes had closed, reveling in the feeling of the hot water hitting her and the contrast of soft kisses against her. “You don’t regret anything, do you?” She questioned, wondering if it was loud enough with the water running. She just didn’t want Claire to be feeling at sort of regrets, but she was just as calm as Ava was.

She didn’t want her lover to realize how twisted her mind was. She was the product of a serial killer and death seemed as common to her as rain. When she knew she could help her get rid of him there was nothing that pleased her more. Knowing that she could eliminate the problem and have her all to herself. “No regrets. I promise.” She assured her, fingers running along the curves of her body until she looked up at her. “Not for a second.” She liked the act too much, but she wouldn’t give that away. Giddy over a death? Well, that would paint her in a light she wasn’t sure the other would be fond of. “You’re finally free.”

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pasteldivine·:

sage missed claire more than she cared to admit. she was prideful in many ways, and rekindling a friendship was one of them. still, it made her smile to see claire before her. “well, thank god you’re here.” sage chuckled, but she meant it. sage hopped in the car, pulling her seatbelt over her torso and turning to her estranged friend. “yeah, i guess i did get in a little trouble. whatever – i didn’t think one fight could keep me in jail for an entire weekend. that place was so gross… i need fresh clothes to change into.”

Claire was glad she could help, even if it meant just that and then leaving like it didn’t happen. “Yeah, no problem. He didn’t go into details, just said you were in there for some bullshit reason. Figured i’d come spring you.” She managed a smile, nodding her head. “I can give you a ride home.”

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tcmmyguns·:

in some sick way, stefano didn’t care if she wanted in on it.   when he was finished, he was finished.   cut.   dry.   “then break the cycle, claire. break the cycle, and don’t let it continue.”  stop him before he did it again–before the twisted jealousy that he felt when someone else got in his way took hold again.

was it twisted jealous? honestly, stefano wasn’t so sure anymore. dipping his head to get a better look at her, he met her eyes, his own full of ice and what could almost be considered a challenge. “any curse can be broken.”

She didn’t mean to come off mad, but in honesty she didn’t believe anything would stop the cycle of death that surrounded her. “Break the cycle? Sure.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she looked away from him. “If it was so easy to break the cycle why wouldn’t I have done it by now?” She knew he was trying to help, but the idea of just snapping her fingers and make it go away was ridiculous. If her own mother couldn’t break the cycle then how could she?

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pasteldivine·:

open / m / f / nb

plot / we are estranged friends / lovers who haven’t talked in months but you just bailed me out of jail.

“what are you doing here?” the confusion shocks every atom of her being, leaving her brows furrowed and her mouth ajar. her long, dark hair was a knotted mess and she was wearing her outfit from friday night that she had gotten arrested in. it had been ages since sage had last laid eyes on them, and certainly, she missed them more than she could describe but she didn’t understand why they were here. “did you –” sage paused for a moment. “did you fucking bail me out? oh god.” her doe-like eyes squeeze shut, “how much do i owe you for this?”

Claire had been a huge part of why they didn’t talk. With her life being as crazy as it was, she didn’t want to drag the girl down with her. “Someone’s gotta get your sorry ass out of trouble.” She tried to remain lighthearted, but she wasn’t sure how to go about things. Did she fuck up their friendship forever? “Deputy gave me a call and said you were in trouble. Don’t worry about bail.” She had more money these days than she ever needed. 

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callmecatman·:

Bad timing

(open to: f connections: teacher, (step)mom/sister, dad’s friend/gf,neighbor, former babysitter, gf’s sister/mom, friend’s gf, aunt, cousin, mom/sister’s friend, etc, anything forbidden, age gap encouraged, maybe they are jsut teasing him, up to you, go crazy!) More starters here

Junior’s father had been away again for work, leaving him the man of the house as he had many times before.  When the phone ran, he answered to hear a greeting from his dad who wanted to know how everything was going at home and in school.  Unfortunately, it was an inopportune time as the lovely woman appeared in his doorway in her underwear.  “Oh, hey dad… everything is fine.  You know you can trust me,” he said with an awkward laugh with his eyes on her.

She had been stripping out of her clothes the entire time he had been on the phone and she had no plan on stopping. Maybe Claire was just a trouble maker like her father before her. She moved closer, taking small strides until her hand was resting on his chest, lips moving to kiss at his neck. 

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tcmmyguns·:

“horror movies are an adventure. i’m not afraid of a little death, claire. let me reign in hell if that’s the case.”  because stefano? well, he had to be on top and he’d step on whoever he had to so he could make that happen.  “or i could be the one to fix all of this.”  he could stop any time he wanted.  the fact that he didn’t want to?  well, he’d eventually feel like he was satisfied. 

calloused fingers brushed a lock of her hair back from her face, a gesture that he knew was seen by most people as comforting.  he’d spent way too much of his life watching people interact, seeing how people with much more empathy than himself seemed to be able to naturally calm people close to them down.  “i can take care of myself. i promise–besides, maybe we could figure out who it is.”  because throwing the trail someone else’s way?  stefano was feeling it.

It was an ‘adventure’ Claire didn’t want to be on anymore. She had been the target for years and when things started to calm down there was always a new killer not far behind. “You may not be but that doesn’t mean I’m not afraid of it. I mean, when I get close to people they die.” After her mother’s death she was alone and having each friend picked off was not how she wanted to live. Having him close by seemed to comfort her, but she was still afraid to fall asleep at night. Each time she seemed to doze off she was awakened by a nightmare or worse, her real life. “figure out who it is? Better than the police?”

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tcmmyguns·:

“leave.” the word was spoken with a near mocking tone the moment she’d gotten it out of her lips, echoed out of his. she couldn’t have known the destruction that stefano brought with him everywhere he went. sometimes, he wondered if the young woman thought she was cursed or something. oh–he knew exactly what he was doing, who he was dealing with, and every aspect of her history fascinated him beyond belief.

“you act like i’m going to listen to what you tell me to do. the last thing i did that someone asked me to do was when my mama asked me to take the garbage out.” a damn lie, but a believable one. “you think a little bit of adventure can scare me off?” because this kind of thing? the only thing that made stefano feel alive. 

Claire had been through more death in her lifetime than she cared to even admit. It seemed like a curse was put on her and her mother and she was scared to ever have a kid, for fear they’d live the same reclusive lifestyle. Now, she was afraid that he’d become the killer’s target next and how was she to prevent that? She hadn’t been successful so far. “Adventure?” That’s not the word she’d use for it. “It’s more of a horror movie with no chance at a sequel.” She shook her head, running a hand through her mess of curls. “I’ve lost more people than not. I just don’t want you to become one of those.” She had lived with the scars that came along with being Sidney Prescott’s offspring, the mental and physical ones, and she didn’t want him to have to as well.

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Heart this and I’ll come check out your opens!

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keepwxlking·:

Dylan - 24

Open to F // girlfriend, fiance.

             Dylan had been busy with work and school lately and didn’t have time for his significant other that lately for the past couple of weeks. But he loved that they lived together since then he could wake up with her, that was the only time he actually got to see her and talk to her since when one of them got home the other was sleeping. He was working on school work not realizing that she was home.

               That was till he heard heels hitting the floor as she was walking, he looked up and his eyes didn’t leave her for a second seeing what she was wearing. A smile slowly formed on his face “wow/” he said softly and cleared his throat “you look amazing baby.”

Claire had been working her hardest to find a position that wasn’t directly influenced by who her parents were, but it seemed to be a difficult task. Another interview had turned into talking about her childhood and her father and how that effected her. You’d think she was in a therapist’s office. “Hey baby.” She smiled, moving closer to him. “I had an interview today. We won’t get into that though.” It had been apparent that she had been crying, but her usual cheery disposition was trying to compensate. “How’re you, baby?” She let her fingers run over his shoulders, leaning up to kiss him. 

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keepwxlking·:

Open to: F // girl at the bar.

           James had been working all night and was actually enjoying that night, the mix of the girls he was working with and the girl who kept looking at him from the table she was sitting at. He sometimes liked the attention girls gave him at work if they did it properly, he was enjoying the looks they gave each other every now and then. James ever got a little chuckle out of hearing her friends encourage her to go to the bar, he got a couple drinks and then realized that she was at the bar, he wandered over to her and smiled as he nodded at her “so they finally got you to come get the drinks?”

Claire by nature was a very shy woman and to be honest it took her a few drinks to loosen up enough to go and talk to him. It had also helped that the girls just so happened to need more drinks. She leaned against the bar, glad when he started to talk to her. “Yeah, I guess it was my turn.” She shot him a grin, pushing  a curl behind her ear. 

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moonscenes·:

open to: f/nb | suggestion connections: current/previous student, best friend turned lover, childhood friend turned lover, colleague, daughter’s friend, daughter of friend, etc.

      they had to have gotten away with it, right? she did everything that she needed to do to make sure that it seemed like it was self defense — especially since she had a witness. the plan had been in the works for years, and it started with the photographs of bruises and recordings of him yelling at her. and because she knew his lawyers would make her look like the villain in the marriage… it had to end this way. the two of them told him of their affair, and he was angry… very angry. she hurt his ego in the worst way possible, so the minute he came after her and she did what she could. unfortunately it was bloodier that she had wanted it to be… but that was fine. blood didn’t matter to her, because she had gotten away with it.

     after calling the cops and giving her statement, she had pulled the other into the bathroom and into the large shower that she had once shared with her dead husband. maybe she should’ve been upset about it, or maybe she should’ve been a little shaken over killing someone… but she was overjoyed. as she started the water, she stripped herself and got into the warmth. “will you help me wash my back?” she questioned, a wiggle of her eyebrows as she grinned. the way she spoke was suggestive, showing off her body though it was a little… messed up that she was flirting when the two had just committed a murder. but ava was a little messed up having to live with him for over twenty years. who could blame her?

Claire was all too pleased with what they had just accomplished. She knew her father would be proud of her and in that she found happiness. She knew it had to be done. He was in the way and he had been around for far, far too long. What kind of best friend would stand back and let her go through that? Especially when she was the one who deserved to be with her.  She would never hurt her in the way he did. No, she would protect her at all costs. She stripped out of her clothes, letting her clothes pile in the floor before following suit, slipping her hair up into a clip before stepping in behind her. Fingertips ran over the blood that coated her, moving slightly to kiss at the exposed skin before getting a sponge to clean it off. “You’re finally free. How do you feel, my love?” She grinned, obviously pleased. 

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cherryontxp·:

open to: f

connection: best friend, neighbor, coworker, sibling’s friend, friend’s sister

“oh, i got your texts last night. and the pics you sent.” blue had received a series of messages late last night from the other. it didn’t take long for him to figure out that they were drunk and probably messaging the wrong person. he would be a little surprised if the texts were for him, considering the other had never expressed this kind of interest in him. it got blue thinking that maybe he was interested as well, and just needed that little push in the right direction to see that. “i gotta say, you know your angles.” he teased. “kidding, i deleted the pics. i didn’t know if you actually wanted me to keep those, so..” blue pulled his phone out. “i can delete the messages too?”

It hadn’t been her intention to embarrass herself, but Claire seemed to be an expert in that department. Did she have feelings for him? Yes, but there had always been the fact that they had been friends for so long and maybe he didn’t feel the same way? Welp, apparently Drunk Claire seemed to have more balls than sober Claire. “Oh god..” She ran a hand over her face, knowing she was probably red. “I’m so sorry. I had a little too much and I guess I just um fucked things up, right?” Did she address that they were sent to him purposely? That no other person was meant to get them?

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Starter for v- Daddy’s little girl In the eyes of her therapist she was seen as a “loose canon” someone having “little morals” and a flair for being promiscuous. Maybe, she was just following in the footsteps of her grandmother, or maybe she was just having fun. Not much thought was put into her night out, one that ended with a stranger in her bed. Fingers running underneath the hem of her shirt before she lifted it off her frame and tossed it to the side.  “We don’t have to discuss names now, do we?”

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Starter for v- The final girl  Can be the killer, best friend, significant other Death had seemed to follow her wherever she went, as it did her mother before her. Now, with three dead who was the next to go? It all seemed like an endless nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from. Was she really safe being there with them? If it was her they were after? “Please just leave while you can.”

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Starter for V- Growing up Prescott (Open to F/M/NB) It had been a year since things went quiet and she knew it wouldn’t be long until the other shoe dropped. Who would be killed this time? Would it be her or the person cuddled up next to her on the couch.  She let her thoughts get the best of her, only snapping out of it when she heard them speak up. “Hm?”